It was late at night waiting for hope to come, behind bars. Im hopeless, nothing else to do except stare at my empty ceiling. ¨MAD DOG! MAD DOG!¨ I hear them, all the prisoners. Chanting my name, but do they even know? Do they know how i ended up here? My real name is Joseph. This is my story.
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